AN: Well, I got good reviews for the newest possible multi-shot HichiIchi. So I decided, what the hell, might as well ne? For those of you who haven't read the full summary yet, I'll give it to you all again.

Summary: Hichigo Shirosaki and Ichigo Kurosaki, two entirely different souls who share the same appearance. They have been brought together since childhood and have been through thick and thin, and are inseparable. The two are now juniors in high school, and with teenage hormones, Hichigo has begun having more than just brotherly love towards his handsome and beautiful twin. But one day, at the church near the school, Ichigo stumbles upon a mysterious boy his age in the rose garden, and begins talking to him. Soon enough, the mysterious boy reveals himself as Tohma Hisugawa, and after spending some time with Ichigo, begins to slowly develop deep feelings of love and lust for the orange-haired teen. Hichigo is immediately jealous, and confronts Tohma, but discovers a secret about Tohma that could make his life miserable. ...And most likely make the most prized person in his life become a prisoner to the blood red rose.

Warnings: Yaoi, possibly future smut, slight violence, swearing, OOC, AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.

Blood Red Rose, Snow White Orchid

Phase 1: Freshly Bloomed

Light thudding of footsteps echoed around the usually candle-lit hallway, but was instead lit up by the illuminating rays of the outside, the large glass pane windows casting looming shadows. The faint sound of the birds chirping came from the thin glass, the trees clearly shown through it, the now withering dark-brown oak tree painted with orange and dark red leaves was lightly being blown by the cold morning breeze. A figure appeared through the shadows, the sun immediately lighting up the bright orange locks, as if magnetized towards them, the light became more prominent and soon lit up the whole figure in its warming presence. Sun-kissed, smooth tan skin, ochre colored eyes pulled into a scowl, a perfectly-pointed nose, and thin lips made up the face of Ichigo Kurosaki. He had a slim figure, yet despite that he was quite strong and athletic. He wore a black dress shirt with a red tie around his neck, dark-grey slacks, and black converse. Ichigo scowled deeper, tugging on the red tie around his shirt collar.

"Damn school clothing, why make them so fucking stiff?" Ichigo groused. Turning around the corner, he faced the large red double door and grabbed the golden handle of the door knob and pulled open the door. Up opened a large classroom with stairs ascending in the middle, on either side of the stairs were wooden seating places for the students, which were half-filled. Ichigo stepped down the stairs, and turned to a level and plopped down into his seat. While sitting there, he felt two slim arms snake around his neck, and soon followed snow white spikes of hair nuzzling his neck. Ichigo turned his eyes lazily to look at his intruder of peace and quiet. Golden inverted black eyes stared right back at him, shining with mirth.

"...Shirosaki, good morning." Ichigo said nonchantly, making the albino frown. The one dubbed "Shirosaki" stood at his full height, releasing his grip around Ichigo's neck. He crossed his arms onto his chest and huffed.

"Ma, King, wha' did I tell ya? Ya can call meh Shiro not Shirosaki. Tha' name is wha' old man Zangetsu gave to meh." Shiro said as he pointed a black-nailed thumb at his chest, emphasizing his point. Ichigo rolled his eyes, turning to face Shiro. Shiro wore the same outfit as Ichigo's, but without the tie and the first couple of buttons unbuttoned. In fact, he looked exactly like Ichigo, but with Shiro having albino skin, snow white hair, inverted golden-black eyes, and a strange underwater-like voice.

"Dumbass, I know that. But with everyone at school giving you a hard time because of your looks... I just don't want you to have to deal with people making fun of you more because I'm calling you by your nick name." Shiro's eyes softened at his kings worried look.

"Eh, forget those fags, I cou' break off their jaws so they couldn't talk anymore. So ya don't hav' ta worry king." Shiro grinned. Ichigo chuckled at Shiro's antics.

"Okay, okay. Shiro." Ichigo smiled, making the albino's cheeks dust pink. Shiro turned away, muttering something incoherently before leaving to take his seat behind Ichigo. He grunted as he sat down, looking at his long-time friends back.

Ichigo and him had met back when they were only a mere age of three, and they became friends, soon they were inseparable. They grew up together, through preschool all the way to their now junior year in high school. But just recently, Shiro has had developed strong feelings for Ichigo, not just brotherly love, but more. And after sending Ichigo's first boyfriend, Renji Abarai, to the hospital after trying to steal Ichigo's first kiss, Shiro confirmed he had feelings for his long-time friend. Not that he would tell Ichigo. Thinking about that bastard pineapple-head ticked him off to an extent that even Ichigo couldn't calm him down. And lo and behold, said fucking bastard steps into the classroom with his new boy toy in hand. A little lithe man with short black hair, magenta eyes eying up the baboon head, as he cuddled up closer to Renji's arm and whispered something into his ear then giggling. Shiro felt himself gag inwardly, everyone knew the boy as the man whore of Karakura Academy. The boy, whose real name was Luppi Antenor, was known throughout Karakura Academy to have at least slept with every guy in the school once. Save for Ichigo and him of course, Ichigo didn't like the boy because of his flirtatious way of talking to him whenever they spoke to each other, and Shiro had just deemed the boy disgusting, trashy, and terribly feminine from the moment he laid eyes on him.

"Oi, Ichigo! What's up?" Ichigo turned in his seat, Shiro, whose eyes lazily glided towards the familiar voice. A female with long teal hair that reached to her waist stood by the top of the stairs, waving her small lightly-tanned hand. She wore a black dress t-shirt with a red ribbon around her shirt collar, a dark grey pleated skirt, black leggings and red flats. She leap from the first step to where Ichigo's seating level was with athletic procession, her long wispy hair fluttering behind her. She turned around, her robins egg blue eyes shining and her pink lips pulled into a dazzling grin. Ichigo blinked, then regained his ability to speak and smirked.

"Hey Misaki. Nothing much, where's–" Ichigo began.

"I'm right here." a deep, silky voice spoke. Misaki and Ichigo turned to face said voice. There stood a tall, tan muscular man that looked like he was a water god. With teal ruffled hair that had a couple of stubborn strands that fell to his face, baby blue eyes, a pointed nose, and thin lips made up Grimmjow Jaggerjackes. Misaki wrinkled her nose in disgust, then flipped her hair and clung to Ichigo's arm, receiving a dark glare from Shiro. Grimmjow frowned, and sighed.

"For the love of... , Misa are ya still mad at me from this morning?" Grimmjow groaned, running a hand through his teal locks. Misaki made a noise that sounded like a "Hmpf" and turned her head away from her older brother. She turned back to glare at her brother darkly, and even Shiro could feel the murderous intent in them.

"What the fuck do you think, Grimmy Kitty?" Misaki said darkly as she hissed the last part. Shiro cackled loudly at the nickname, and Ichigo sighed, knowing what comes next. Grimmjow growled audibly, a vein appearing on his forehead.

"Damn it Misa! That was in the fucking third grade and ya still hold that over my head! Look, I already said I was sorry, so quit being such a fucking drama queen!" Grimmjow yelled. Misaki stood up abruptly, startling Grimmjow. She turned on her left heel, and swiftly kicked Grimmjow in his jewels. Shiro and Ichigo winced, knowing from experience how hard Misaki could kick when angered. Grimmjow groaned loudly as he held his family jewels, falling onto his knees. Misaki stood back straight, dusting off her skirt from imaginary dust before crossing her arms and leaving.

"See ya later, Shiro and Ichi." she huffed as she left. Shiro sat there laughing even harder at the state of his friend currently holding onto dear life. Ichigo sighed, taking out his copy of Hamlet by Shakespeare and flipping to his page.

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"Shiro? Shiro..?" Ichigo called out, coming out of the church near the academy. He sighed, running a hand through his orange hair. Shiro and him were wandering around the school grounds since their dorm was near by. Unfortunately, Shiro wanted to play a game of "hide and seek", and now Ichigo couldn't find him. Ichigo blinked when a rustling noise caught his attention.

"Huh?" a snow white rabbit popped out of the bushes with tiny black eyes and a pink nose staring right back at him. He smiled and bent down, extending his arm towards the rabbit. It steps back a little, cautiously staring at Ichigo.

"Come on, I won't hurt you. Hey!" the rabbit jumped through the bush suddenly, surprising Ichigo. He scowled, stepping forwards, but trips on a vine. He falls forward, unable to stop himself, and falls through the bush. He lands on a hard cement floor with a light thud, thorns tearing little tears in his shirt and marring his hands and cheeks with scratches. He groans, supporting himself with his elbows, rubbing his head. The rabbit sitting right in front of his face, tilting its head in innocence. Ichigo frowned, then the rabbit hops closer, nuzzling his smooth face as if apologizing. His eyes soften, and he stands back up, swaying a bit as he does. His eyes widen as he takes in his surroundings.

All he could see was red roses everywhere, except from the ground, the bushes surrounding him had deep red roses painted around everywhere. And as he examined one closely, they appeared to have just freshly bloomed. Lightly rubbing a petal in between his fingers, they were dazzling to look at from this close up. Light footsteps brought him back into reality, he turned, seeing a boy his age, with dark grey hair that spiked up at the sides and bangs, he had pale complexion, and he was lithe. He wore the academy's uniform, but Ichigo had never seen him before at school.

"..How did you get here?" the boy spoke softly, the sound making Ichigo feel...odd. Ichigo shook his head, and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I..um..feel through the bush, I didn't mean to intrude... I was following..the rabbit." Ichigo explained, a flush of embarrassment on his face. The boys silver eyes looked over at the decent-sized hole that was now there.

"...That's all right... I'm thankful that none of the roses were ruined." he sighed, looking back over at Ichigo," ...Ah, I see you got scratched by the thorns while falling through the bush." Ichigo looked at his hands, wincing inwardly when he saw several cuts bleeding.

"Come, I have a first aid kit, I'll treat your wounds. What is your name?" the boy asked, Ichigo blinked.

"..Ichigo Kurosaki. What's yours?" Ichigo asked. The boy faltered for a second, then smiled, making Ichigo have the odd feeling again.

"My name, it is Tohma Hisugawa."

Ichigo had no idea that name would soon be embedded into his memory forever.

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